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Husband!Nanami x Wife!Reader
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Swirling the sweet wine in hand, you couldnβt help but compliment the chefβs recommendation. βThe chef was right honey, the wine is sweet but really strong.β You hum in delight, bringing the wine glass to your plump lips. Kento, as protective as you as usual smiles softly seeing you enjoy yourself.
βJust a glass for tonight sweetheart, Iβll purchase the bottle for us to bring home.β You greedily gulp it down, a slight tingle glides down your throat. βThank you hubby, you take such good care of me.β You place your delicate hand on your chest, touched at his kindness even after all these years. βI have the privilege to take care of you, Iβm going to do it right.β He smiles across from you reaching his palm out to caress yours.
You place your palm in his, enjoying the sensation of his thumbs rubbing against your skin. βI canβt wait to try their pasta, everyoneβs been obsessed with this place for months! Iβm glad we were able to make a reservation for tonight!β You wiggle in your seat, excited to try the most popular item on the menu.
A waiter approaches your table with simmering hot food on it. You couldnβt help but give tiny claps at seeing the meal. Just from the looks and smell alone you can tell why this was so popular. βHere you are sir, the roasted potatoes and beef wellington and the cajun pasta for the lady.β The prim and proper waiter places the food in front of you. You could almost immediately dive in, but remembering your manners you just smile politely at the man. βIβll purchase two bottles of this wine from the chefβs recommendation, my wife has enjoyed it immensely.β You could feel the blush span across your neck and face from his actions.
βOf course sir, please, enjoy your dinner.β The waiter saunters off and you look at the pasta in front of you and your husband, plan in motion. Thereβs a TikTok challenge you have been dying to try on your husband and this seems like the perfect opportunity to try, you just hope you can pull it off and not laugh prematurely like you usually do.
Unwrapping the silverware from its cloth you swirl the fork into the creamy pasta. βIβm so excited~β You sing into your first bite knowing Kento would be anticipating a reaction out of you, to know if he should get another order for lunch tmw or make this restaurant another regular to surprise you with.
Chewing softly you taste the warm creaminess of the pasta sauce, its rich flavor flooding your tastebuds with glee. But you have to play the part perfectly so steeling your features you mutter, βThe fuck?β
Brows furrowed, you chew the pasta as if itβs the worst thing to even call edible. βWhatβs wrong honey? Are there remnants of a shell?β You hear your husband concerned voice from across from you but you keep your head down and chew slowly.
βThe fuck is this?β
You hear a distant grunt from across from you and feel your heart start to race in your chest. βIβll call the waiter over immediatelyβ Kento starts to rise from his seat before you can say, βDonβt do that the fuck?β
You look up and nearly lose it at seeing your husband look so concerned. βWhy wouldnβt I do that, sweetheart, surely something is wrong.β
Taking another bite you mutter, βSit down, nothings wrong the fuck?β Kento sharp eyes just stare at yours for a moment before announcing, βIβm calling the chef at once.β
οΏΌYour eyes widen in actual shock seeing him tuck in his chair and walk towards the kitchen. βWhy? The fuck?β The man simply rushes over briskly to the kitchen and you see the panic looks on the waiters faces and can only fear what heβs telling them.
You cross your legs hoping thatβll calm your nerves down seeing your husband come back with the head chef taking a seat before declaring, βYou have poisoned my wifeβs food. Sheβs having cognitive dissonance that doesnβt happen when drinking light wine. I will have this place shut down from your insolence.β You see the cold glare your husband gives the chef and you cling to your fork, leg bouncing underneath the table. βThere must be some misunderstanding sir, I perform to my highest ability to make sure no one gets hurt in my cooking. I prep my fish every morning at five am to make sure I give my highest performance.β The chef brows furrow and looks at you.
βObviously your best isnβt good enough, is it chef?β Kento cold line sends chills down your spine and you know this has gone too far but you couldnβt help but deliver the final blow . βThe fuck is wrong with you man? Youβre trying to kill me??β You sass at the chef and he shakes his head terrified. βO-of course not madam!β He denys and you feel the corners of your mouth twitch out of amusement and nervousness.
Kento glares at you from across the table before demanding, βI would like to speak with my wife. Alone.β The chef didnβt need to be told twice before scurrying away. βWhat was that?β His deep voice questioned you.
βWhat was what? The fuck.β
He crosses his hands in front of him staring at you for a moment.
Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck, you fucked up.
You really fucked up.
βYou want to come clean or do I have to say it?β He narrows his eyes at you.
Youβre left in a staring contest, seeing who will break first but the icy glare of your husband is all knowing. You try your best to hold onto your poker face but honestly, you never had one.
Puffing air out of your cheeks you twiddle with the pasta on your plate. βIt was a prankβ¦β You mumble sheepishly looking up at him.
βWhat social media app?β
You sigh, resigning your fate with a quiet, βTiktokβ¦β You couldnβt help but feel slightly guilty but Kento saw the mirth in your eyes and the apples of your cheeks rising.
Thatβs how you find yourself over your husbandβs lap in the manger office, panties in his coat pocket. You cried as a crisp hand falls sharply on your doughy ass. βI-Iβm sorry Ken!β You grip on his ankle, hoping for some sort of resistance. βDonβt apologize to me you spoiled brat, apologize to the man whose career almost got tarnished from you!β He points out delivering a punishing spank. βFrom you being insensitive and immature.β His callous hand lands sharply on the underside of your bottom. Oh right.
You look up at the chef who arms are crossed in front of his chest. βIm so sorry chef!β You whimper.
Smack!
βFor?β Kento growls at you.
βFor being a brat! I almost got you fired!β
The chef merely grunts, pissed at this entire situation. βI have a girl at home who has the same behavior as yours. I would discipline her like this myself.β He doesnβt even talk to you, only to your husband.
βYes, well my wife is much better behaved then this but it does, indeed come about like now.β He rains a dozen of slaps on your rear, all more painful than the last. You wail in agony but donβt move knowing it would make it worse. But you had to agree
This was so worth it.
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A/N: This shouldnβt have been so funny lmao. Reader has no chill thatβs why her ass got tore up
















